The Hound Enters You

With one hard, brutal thrust, the massive Daemonic organ shreds your hymen, and pushes into your sopping pussy to the hilt. Your master roars out in triumph and pleasure, and the pack echoes his howl of conquest. You scream out too, in both agony and bliss, feeling your connection to the light of your God flee you forever, replaced by love and utter subservient devotion for your unholy master, and his glorious cock.

Your new owner wastes no time, pumping his swelling member in and out of you rapidly, as he had when he had taken your ass. This time however, the pleasure is immense, and within seconds, your first orgasm rips through. You scream out again, your body overcome by the amazing sensation of being utterly dominated by the unholy monster rutting inside you.

You look down, between your legs, to see your once virgin cunt stretched wide by your owners still growing erection. You smile as he continues to thrust, knowing what would come next.

Sure enough, seconds later you feel your pussy stretch still further as the fleshy bulb on your owners huge cock locks you in place. You reach down and rub your clit, bucking your hips into his hard thrusts as best you can, though the sheer size and weight of your master makes it hard to do anything but hold on as you orgasm uncontrollably from the ferocious pounding.

Eventually, your master slows his pace somewhat, though the large fleshy bulb inside you keeps you helplessly impaled on the end of his enormous organ.

You eventually lose track of time, though you know that the massive hellhound has been inside you humping on and off at it's own pace for at least an hour. Your body is held upright only by the fleshy bulb, locking your brutilized pussy to your owners still swollen shaft.

Suddenly, you realize, though you aren't sure how, that your master is about to finish. Your sore muscles burning, you redouble your efforts, spreading your legs still further. His thrusts increase in intensity, and you can feel the thick head of his cock enter your womb. A split second later, you feel the first warm gushes of what must be an enormous load of cum. Warmth and pleasure spreads throughout your whole body as your owner empties his spunk into you, coating your walls, and flooding into your womb. The spurts slowly deminish to a steady stream as the Daemonic dog floods your cunt with so much of his seed, that it starts to bubble past the bulb locking you against the end of his cock and drip onto the hay beneath you.

Your master trumpets out again, a cacophonous cry of dominance, and ecstasy as it realeases into you. The beast's spunk kept coming for two full minutes, causing your belly to swell from the sheer amount of sperm trapped inside you by the now shrinking bulb. Seconds later, your master slides free of your battered pussy with a wet pop, spilling globs of its sticky cum onto the hay, though you know much more remained inside you, swirling through your fertile womb.

You collapse weakly onto the sticky hay, your once beautiful hair a mess. Slowly, you roll onto your back, and gaze down at your once tight, now violated quim. Small rivulets of the beasts seed oozed from you, and now, just above your mound was a ruby colored pentagram, shining with red light, that slowly began to fade, though the mark itself remained, a symbol of your status as a **** to your Daemonic master.

You smile an exhausted smile and crawl over to your owner. Once again, you lovingly lick his cock clean.

"Thank you for making me your bitch master." You say, the words leaving your lips before your brain even realizes what they were. The massive animal licks the sweat from your breasts and face, and before long you surrender to much needed sleep, your bruised pussy still oozing unholy spunk onto the matt of hay you lay on.